It's about a month since I last updated my blog! Gee! I cannot believe I am so tied up with Rex : ) Good news, both Fat Boy and I have successfully trained him to sit, pee-and-poo as well as come on command. It's so much cleaner to pee and poo in the bathroom than on the tray where bacteria resides. Though it looks easy to get the pooch get busy on command, the groundwork is tedious. I wonder how many manhours both Fat Boy and I took to train him and the amount of resistance we got from Gramps and Aunt Maddy, who did not agree to our style of training (Remember how much they used to pamper Boyboy?) Rex is not allowed on the sofa, the bed and table. His mealtimes are fixed at 7:30am, 6:30pm as well as 12 midnight (There is no such thing as feeding him just because he's ultra cute or super tiny) His butt would be smacked by rolled newspapers if he does anything wrong (This is not cruelty, it's discipline) His toys are what dogs should play - cloth rope, soft toy Elmo (without beads), milky shoe. Caps, carrots (Yes! The hated veggie) and electrical wires are a no-no. Those who defies his lifestyle would incur my wrath and yes, I have explained to Gramps a millionth time that he's eating enough (She's worried that he would be malnourished without knowing that miniature pinschers are supposed to look skinny) I guess to ensure that the pooch is used to the lifestyle that we want him to lead, it may require another month (There was why both Fat Boy and I cancelled our Bangkok getaway scheduled on the 2nd week of December)
By the way, it seems like everybody around starts to get pregnant. Dammit, when I was single and available, everybody started to get married. While I am enjoying my marriage with Fat Boy (with a new pooch), everybody starts to get pregnant. What's next? Frankly speaking, I had no idea whether to laugh or cry when Sworn Sista told me that she was pregnant over a dinner gathering, though I was naturally happy for her. Perhaps it came as a shock to me. One thing for sure is, she's going to lose her identity the moment she pops. She will no longer be herself; she will be somebody's mummy and everything will revolve the kid until he or she turns into a mature adult (Scary eh!) Being pregnant is fun because you have every reason (or excuse) to eat whatever you want and control your hubby to do whatever makes you happy (Yeah, the kid's the remote control) Anyway, I guess just let it come naturally eh? If it comes, it comes, if it doesn't (for now), be it. However, if it doesn't come a couple of years later, I am going to squeeze till something pops out. Hahaha..
Anyway, I guess I need a short break. Trying hard to organize one with Adeline, Sunshine Boy, Claudia and her boyfriend. It's difficult because it seems like everybody has something on their mind, but shy to spell it out till the last minute : / *Sigh* Is it so difficult? What's the worst that happen - the most we cancel the trip so that we can proceed with individual plans, isn't that better? Sunshine Boy is holding back his plans with his army friends for us. I hope the trip will materialize.
